It's not that Jing Ci never slept with Yingjiao.
Last time at Yingjiao's house, the two still covered the same quilt.
But this time is different, after Yingjiao said he likes him, Jing Ci always feels inexplicably ashamed to sleep together again.
His cheeks were hot, his eyes were lowered, and he forced himself to be calm: "Study... the school rules, you can't sleep together."
"What's so difficult about it?" Yingjiao chuckled, holding Jing Ci's fingers and playing with them carefully: "Tell Lao Liu, just transfer you to my dormitory."
The love in his heart was almost overflowing, just looking at Jing Ci, he felt that the sky was clear and clear, and all troubles were gone.
"What's more, I sleep with my little wife. Isn't that a matter of course?"
"No." Jing Ci pulled out his hand, but he didn't pull it out. He moved to the side involuntarily, his mind was in a mess, and he prevaricated deliriously: "The bed... the bed is too small."
Yingjiao couldn't hold back and laughed.
Jing Ci realized what he said, was stunned for a while, and then he was so ashamed that he almost didn't find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"So you like a big bed," Yingjiao nodded, and said solemnly: "But what if I like a small bed? You have nowhere to sleep, so you can only nestle tightly in my arms and be hugged by me all night."
He leaned against Jing Ci and said in a low voice, "Or you can lie on me if you want, that's..."
Jing Ji couldn't listen anymore, and covered his mouth with his hand: "Don't, don't say it."
Yingjiao looked at him with a smile on his face, pulled his hand down, and kissed the palm of his right hand: "I was wrong just now."
Jing Ci looked up at him.
Yingjiao smiled: "I forgot that Brother Ci has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I only kissed your left hand." He bowed his head and kissed Jing Ci's palm again: "Now make it up."
There was a soft touch in the palm of the hand, and the tingling feeling spread from the arm to the whole body.
Jing Ji's heart was pounding and his breathing was a little short. He pushed Ying Jiao away and stood up abruptly.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing that Jingci was about to run away in shame, Yingjiao cleared his throat and pushed him back on his bed: "I'm telling you something serious."
Jing Ci adjusted his breathing, tried to calm himself down, and lowered his eyes: "What's the matter?"
Yingjiao stretched out his hand and raised his chin slightly, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "So when will you get a boyfriend?"
The heat that had just subsided on Jing Ci's face instantly returned, and he clenched his fists, finally finding a trace of clarity.
"I..." His lips moved, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
Every time I was able to get close to full marks in Jingci in the Chinese test, at this moment, for the first time, I felt that I was lacking in words.
He didn't mean to hang on to Yingjiao, he just... didn't know what to do.
On one side is the life belief that he has insisted on for more than ten years, and on the other side is the person he least wants to lose in this life. He can't find a balance point for a while.
Yingjiao didn't rush him, but just watched him quietly.
"I..." Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, resisting the urge to look away, and said softly, "I'm sorry, can you wait for me?"
Wait for him to straighten out everything, wait for him... to have the confidence to bear the future of the two of them.
Meeting his serious eyes, Yingjiao suddenly understood.
Yingjiao took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to kiss him forcefully.
Jing Ci is really too kind. After peeling off that layer of disguised indifference, after getting to know him, no one will dislike him.
"There's nothing I'm sorry about." He pressed Jing Ci against his chest, and couldn't control himself touching his hair and the back of his neck over and over again, feeling the temperature of his skin: "The person I like is so good, I'm not happy yet .”
The bedtime bell rang suddenly, and the bright room was instantly plunged into darkness.
In the corridor came the sound of students' panicked footsteps, occasionally swearing in dissatisfaction.
Yingjiao knew Jing Ci's bedtime, didn't say any more, bowed his head and kissed his still wet hair, and let him go: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."
Jing Ci was startled: "Send?"
The two dormitories are so close that they are next to each other, and they still have to send them off at such a short distance
"I want to stay with you for a while longer." Yingjiao stood up, holding Jing Ci's wrist with one hand, and opened the dormitory door with the other.
Jing Ci's heart was slightly sweet, and he let him drag him to the door of the dormitory.
"Go in." Ying Jiao gently pushed the door open a small crack, and said to Jing Ci.
Jing Ci pursed her lower lip and nodded.
"Wait." Just as he was about to turn around, Yingjiao suddenly stopped him.
"Is there anything else?"
In the corridor, you could still see people running towards the dormitory with basins in their hands. Yingjiao leaned close to Jing Ci and whispered into his ear: "You are not allowed to change clothes in front of Li Zhou, and you are not allowed to follow me secretly any more. They go to the shower together."
Yingjiao looked at Jing Ci with a smile, and pinched his earlobe: "Otherwise, I might give you some color."
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "color".
After all, he was influenced by Yingjiao's coquettish talk all the way, Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood his deep meaning.
Jing Ci blushed and nodded indiscriminately, and quickly entered the dormitory.
Yingjiao leaned against the wall outside, and for some reason just wanted to laugh. He whistled with the corners of his lips curled up, glanced at Jing Ci's dormitory, and then got up and walked back.
Halfway through the walk, there was really no place to vent the joy in his heart, so he suddenly jumped up and reached for the lamp on the ceiling of the corridor.
The dormitory teacher's roar sounded from behind: "That student, what are you doing bouncing around?! It's been so long since you've been ringing the bell, why haven't you returned to the dormitory?"
Yingjiao turned around and smiled at her: "I'll be back now."
In the dormitory, Jing Ci was lying on his bed, listening to Yingjiao's voice outside, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.
The next day, Jing Ji went to class and studied by himself as usual.
Just don't know what's going on, people always come to ask him if he has a cold.
Yingjiao believed it and almost asked for leave to take him to the hospital.
Jing Ci was at a loss, and finally when He Porridge also came to ask, he asked his question: "I don't have a cold, why do you all think so?"
"Ah?" He Porridge was also confused: "It was said on the forum."
He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Jing Ci: "Look, the post I posted this morning has been floating around on the front page. I thought it was true, who knew it was a rumor."
It turned out that Zhao Feng was filled with emotion when he saw Jing Ci insisting on finishing class with a red face last night.
The next day, I praised him in the office. While other teachers were admiring him, they regarded Jing Ci as a model of perseverance, and told the students in their class one after another.
Jing Ci has been a big celebrity in the school recently, and everyone is willing to post any rumors about him on the forum. So, just pass it on to ten, ten to a hundred.
In less than a day, most people in the Provincial Experiment will know—
Jing Ci, the first in the general examination in the second year of high school, continued to attend classes with a high fever, especially inspirational, and especially chicken soup.
[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
[If you have worked so hard for this, it is only natural that you get good grades.]
[I admire Ci Ge's self-control, and suddenly feel that I don't even have the qualifications to ask for leave.]
[People who are smarter than you and have better grades than you are still studying while sick, so why don't you work hard! Don't read the forum anymore, I'll do another set of papers.]
Jing Ci glanced at the main building and the content of the reply, embarrassingly wishing he could wrap himself in an eggshell.
The only insider, Yingjiao, was lying on the table, looking at Jing Ci's blushing face, buried his head in his arms, and laughed wildly.
He Porridge couldn't figure out what kind of riddle these two people were playing. Looking at this, looking at that, he felt that he might be isolated by an invisible barrier of single dogs, so he secretly leaned on his heart, put away his phone and returned to his seat I went to play games.
"It's okay," Yingjiao saw that Jing Ci didn't slow down for a long time, and comforted him with a smile: "You have worked hard, and you should set an example for them. Don't think too much about it."
Jing Ci glanced at him, envious of Ying Jiao's thick skin for the first time.
"Are you going to the stage to receive the award this afternoon?" Yingjiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water, then changed the subject: "Do you need to say something when the time comes?"
Mentioning this, Jing Ji felt a lot better, he shook his head: "No, just go up to receive an award, and then just take a photo."
"It's that simple?" Yingjiao threw the empty bottle into the trash can, and leaned on the back of the chair lazily, dissatisfied: "Why do you break a few schools, and the stingy bonus is only 3,000, and the commendation meeting is so simple ,At least… "
Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit hard on the head.
Teacher Liu stood beside him with a dark face: "Shall I spread a red carpet for you and sprinkle some flower petals, huh?!"
"Okay," Yingjiao lifted his lips, "I can't ask for it."
Teacher Liu suffocated: "Stop talking nonsense in front of Jing Ci! Spend more energy on your studies. I must score 100 points in mathematics in the final exam!"
Yingjiao nodded dispensably.
Teacher Liu frowned and glanced at him, walked to the podium and began to give lectures.
In the afternoon, before the commencement of the commendation meeting, Mr. Liu specially instructed the students of Class 7: "I will sit down later, and I will bring you a book that you think is useless. Don't forget it!"
The bottom responded sparsely: "Got it—"
Teacher Liu glanced down. Some students brought "May 3", some brought notebooks, and some brought art books.
Teacher Liu was sullen, and just about to change the one with "May Three" when Yingjiao pulled out a math book from the bookshelf in an orderly manner.
Teacher Liu:"… "
Don't stop him, he's going to beat this little bastard to death!
Jing Ci looked at Yingjiao expressionlessly: "Do you bring math books?"
Yingjiao was taken aback for a moment, sorry, he forgot that Jing Ci liked mathematics the most.
With a strong desire to survive, he put the math book on the table upright, and said calmly, "Where is it? I'm going to read it in the self-study class later. I'll bring the art book."
Teacher Liu slammed on the brakes and stopped walking this way.
Jing Ji and Ying Jiao went out together.
On the playground, the students from the entire province's experiment had gathered together and stood up according to the school year group and class.
The physical education teacher held up the loudspeaker to maintain order for a while, and then stood aside after everyone quieted down.
This commendation meeting can be said to be specially held for Jing Ci, and it didn't take long.
The principal first came to the stage and said a few words, emphatically praising Jing Ci's Olympiad results, and by the way looked forward to their performance in the finals, and finally called them on stage to accept the award.
The principal reads it backwards from the ranking.
Jiang Chong and Zhou Chao were familiar faces, and they would come up to receive scholarships every school year. This was the first time that Du Dujing Ci appeared on the flag-raising platform.
As soon as he stood up, the bottom exploded with a buzzing sound.
The provincial experiment forum is indeed very active, but there are also students whose parents are strict and are not allowed to bring mobile phones, so they can't read it.
So many people have only heard of Jing Ci's name, but have never seen his face.
Seeing his appearance suddenly, I was shocked, especially the girls. Even the head teacher couldn't care less about being by the side, they excitedly got together to discuss—
"Oh my god, is Jing Ci so handsome?"
"Ah, it's good to look good and study!"
"So handsome, so handsome, I feel like I'm in love."
"Oh my god! Is Xueba little brother in love?"
……………
Jing Ci had no idea of the effect he had caused. He calmly took the envelope containing the bonus from the principal, shook hands with the principal, and turned to face the audience with a calm expression on his face, showing no emotion at all.
The teacher who was in charge of taking pictures below wanted to remind him to smile, but it was not easy to speak on this occasion, so he had no choice but to hold up the camera.
Jing Ci was actually happy in his heart, but he had experienced too many praises. This time, except for a little more bonus, there is no difference from before, which is not enough to make him ecstatic.
He stood calmly on the far left, according to the teacher's request, holding the envelope in both hands and posing.
However, when his gaze inadvertently swept somewhere below the stage, he suddenly stopped.
He saw the arrogance.
Yingjiao, who was supposed to be at the end of the team, ran to the front for some reason. He was sitting on the ground looking at him with a smile on his face, and applauding him vigorously like other students.
So, from the time he came on stage to now, Jing Ci, who had been expressionless, raised the corners of his lips little by little.
The teacher who took the picture was stunned for a moment, then immediately pressed the shutter to record this rare smile.
Later, the photo was framed on the school's honor roll.
While the schoolboys passing by were amazed at Jing Ci's good looks, they couldn't help thinking that even if they were legendary gods and men, they were no different from ordinary people when they got good grades, and they were just as happy.
No one knew that the reason why Jing Ji smiled was that he happened to see that person.
The commendation meeting ended, and the students in each class disbanded and went to the cafeteria to eat.
It was inconvenient for Jing Ci to carry the envelope, so he asked Li Zhou to cook for him, and he sent the prize money back to the classroom.
Delayed by this back and forth, Jing Ci and Li Zhou were almost the last in the class when they returned to the classroom.
As soon as Jing Ci entered the door, he was warmly welcomed by the students of class seven—
"Thank you Brother Ci! Brother Ci is mighty!"
"The pine nuts are super fragrant! Thank you, Brother Ci!"
"Not only the pine nuts, but the cake is delicious too! Ah, thank you Brother Ci!"
……………
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, what's going on
Seeing this, Zheng Que was afraid that he would reveal his secrets, so he quickly pushed him back to his seat, and whispered in his ear: "Didn't you get the bonus? Everyone has seen it. It doesn't mean it's not good at all. Brother Jiao bought it for you." Things to treat guests. Don't let it slip, Brother Ci, if someone comes to thank you, just keep it."
Jing Ci turned his head and stared blankly at Yingjiao: "You..."
"Hush..." Yingjiao stuffed a large handful of peeled pine nuts into his hand, and said in a low voice, "You are not allowed to mention money, you keep your money well, be obedient, and don't alienate me."
Jing Ji's fingertips were trembling, he was holding the pine nut tightly, and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a word.
"Brother Ci, do you have time now? Let me ask you a question." Wu Weicheng's voice came over just right.
Jing Ji's nose was sore, he was afraid that he would lose his composure in front of Yingjiao, so he hurriedly replied: "Yes." Then he fled to Wu Weicheng's seat.
Yingjiao didn't stop him, he lowered his head and continued peeling the pine nuts.
After peeling off a handful, Jing Ci hasn't returned yet.
Yingjiao turned his head, glanced behind him, and handed the pine nuts to He Porridge.
"Oh, what's the point of this?" He Porridge twisted shyly, and reached out to take the handful of pine nuts: "Thank you Brother Jiao."
Yingjiao looked at him expressionlessly: "How many dishes tonight, drink so much, I asked you to pass it to Jing Ci."
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge glared at him angrily, and put the pine nuts in front of Jing Ci with a thud.
Jing Ci was not used to eating while giving lectures, so when he returned to his seat, there was still more than half of the pine nuts in his hand.
Yingjiao didn't pay attention, saw that he was back, and handed him a small handful.
At this moment, the emotion in Jing Ci's heart has almost calmed down, he spread his hands to let Yingjiao look at his palm: "No more, I still have a lot."
Yingjiao didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled: "No more?"
Jing Ci didn't think much, and nodded honestly: "Yeah."
Yingjiao approached him, and said in a coquettish manner, "Then please beg me."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci suffocated and pushed him away, not bothering to talk to him anymore.
Jing Ci wanted to find a book in the table hole, but lowered his head, but saw a pink flower inside.
He took out the flowers in doubt: "Yingjiao, have you seen who put them here?"
"I," Yingjiao pushed aside the chair and stood up, said with a light smile, "When I first bought the cake, the boss gave it as a gift for you to play with."
"It's pretty." Jing Ji put the flowers on the table without any hassle, and continued to look down for the book.
Yingjiao didn't say anything else, he peeled the pine nuts with one hand and felt very uncomfortable now, so he went out to wash his hands.
Jing Ci took the book and straightened up, his eyes lingered on the flower for a moment, trying to put it back into the table hole.
He has no preference for flowers, but since it was given by Yingjiao, even if it is a gift, he wants to cherish it.
"Ah," at this moment, Chen Miaomiao suddenly screamed and rushed over, excitedly said: "Brother Ci, where did you get pink roses?"
It turned out to be roses.
Jing Ci was embarrassed to say that it was given by Yingjiao, so he smiled at Chen Miaomiao and said, "It was given by someone else."
Chen Miaomiao became even more excited when she heard the words, and looked at Jing Ci with a gossipy face: "Who is it?! Who gave it to you?! Ahhh! It's so romantic."
Jing Ci didn't understand: "... what?"
Chen Miaomiao took out her mobile phone, opened the browser, entered a few words, and handed the search results to Jing Ci.
Jing Ci was stunned.
The flower language of pink roses is—
first love.
The author has something to say: - What is the best and most responsible person you have ever met
Yingjiao: My future boyfriend, I just confessed my love to him, but he has already started planning our future.